"Yes, I guess that's right," Herbert said. "But he's gone."
"We've got to find my Clown," said Sidney. "I want him back, and we can't have a circus without him. We've GOT to find him."
"Yes, we have," agreed Herbert. "Maybe Carlo, the dog, came and carried him away."
"Maybe," said Sidney. They blamed lots of things on poor Carlo, and sometimes he did do tricks. But this was not one of those times. So the two boys began searching for the Calico Clown.
As for that jolly chap himself he was still up in the tree. And he was not so very jolly just then, either. He did not once think of asking his pig riddle.
"I wonder if I can wiggle down?" he asked himself. "There is no one to see me now, and I can move about. I'm going to try to get down."
He wiggled and he woggled, whatever that is, and managed to get one leg over the limb, so both were on the same side. The Clown was just going to try to swing to the next lowest branch, as he had seen the live monkey do, when, all of a sudden, he slipped and fell.
"Oh, dear! Another accident! This is going to be a bad one—worse than the giant's swing!" he cried.
Down, down, down, he fell. What was going to happen?
Now, just about this time, it chanced that a man was passing under the tree. This man had on a large, loose coat with large pockets on the sides, and he was so used to carrying things in his pockets that each nearly always stood wide open, like a hungry mouth, waiting for some one to fill it.